Eternal Flow
Ever flowing are the sands, slipping through our fingers
Moments form unbreakable chains
No fountain will cause them to linger
Hours spent tallying every grain
Will leave you desolate, if not insane
Consciousness is the creator of time
Without it the concept would be quite inane
The abyss of forever, oft viewed as sublime
Pales when compared to the depth of a mind
Though our vessels exist to inevitably die
Spirits remain eternally entwined
At one with the sands as they're passing us bye
So fear not what's beyond your control
Have faith that time will preserve your soul
Copyright © Joe Inka | Year Posted 2011
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